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Campground BJ: A Night to Remember

The campsite was bustling with the chatter and laughter of friends as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the forest. You ran a hand through your hair, feeling its length brush against your shoulders. Your friends had always teased you about your feminine figure, your shapely butt, and full lips. In the darkness, you knew you could easily be mistaken for a girl.

As the evening wore on, you felt the need to use the restroom. The facilities were a short walk from the campsite, and you assured your friends it was safe before heading off alone. The path was dimly lit, the sounds of the forest creating a serene backdrop. As you approached the restrooms, a voice broke through the quiet.

“Hey, sweetie.”

You ignored it, quickening your pace.

“Babe, why you ignoring me? I’m not a mean guy.”

Curiosity got the better of you, and you glanced over your shoulder. A man stood there, shirtless, wearing only a pair of shorts. His physique was impressive, muscles glistening under the faint light, his skin slick with sweat. Before you could react, he was beside you, draping a strong arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your cheek, the rough stubble on his jaw brushing against your soft skin.

“Wanna have some fun?” he murmured, his voice low and seductive, the scent of his masculinity intoxicating.

Words failed you, so you just nodded, allowing him to guide you behind the restrooms. The adrenaline coursed through your veins as you dropped to your knees, your hands trembling slightly. His body exuded a raw, dirty manliness that sent a shiver of excitement through you. You reached up, your fingers tracing the outline of his erection through his shorts, feeling the heat radiate from him. He groaned softly, encouraging you as you freed him from his confines.

You began by licking the tip of his member, tasting the salty sweat that had gathered there. Slowly, you ran your tongue along the length of him, savoring the musky scent and the warmth of his skin. Each lick was deliberate, your tongue swirling around him like a lollipop, taking in every sensation. You could feel yourself getting more turned on with each passing second, your own body reacting to the taboo nature of the act. His breathing became more ragged as you took him deeper into your mouth, your lips wrapping around him with a firm, wet seal. The tension in his body was palpable, his member twitching with every movement of your tongue and lips.

You bobbed your head rhythmically, your hand working in tandem with your mouth, stroking the base as you sucked and licked. His fingers tightened in your hair, guiding your pace, his groans growing louder and more urgent. The roughness of his touch, the way his hips started to thrust slightly, only heightened your arousal. You could feel his climax approaching, the anticipation building within you. When he finally came, the rush of semen filled your mouth, the taste both shocking and exhilarating. You swallowed eagerly, not wanting to waste a drop, the warmth spreading through you as you continued to milk him until he was completely spent.

He pulled you up, a satisfied grin on his face. “Thank you,” he said. “I was going to invite you to a poker game, but this is better. Nice to meet you.”

You nodded, giving him a quick hug before slipping into the girls’ restroom. You hid in one of the stalls, waiting until you were sure he had left. Your heart was still pounding, your lips tingling from the encounter, the taste of him lingering in your mouth.

The next day, as you joined your friends around the campfire, you spotted him again. He was laughing with his own group, oblivious to your presence. He didn’t recognize you, his memory of last night clouded by the darkness and the anonymity it provided. You could still taste him in your mouth, a secret thrill running through you. Smiling to yourself, you settled in with your friends, the events of the previous night lingering in your mind like a forbidden fantasy.

As the evening wore on and the fire crackled, you excused yourself once more, this time heading towards the ladies’ room to freshen up. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of last night, feeling a strange sense of empowerment. You hid in the stall again, waiting until you were certain he had left. The anticipation of seeing him, of the possible recognition, kept your heart racing. When you finally stepped out and made your way back to your friends, you felt a mix of relief and excitement, knowing that the memory of that night would always hold a special, secret place in your mind.

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Hi, my name is Goddess Lana. I run Camp Sissyboi, where I am a sissy trainer and influencer. I’m all over the internet, and this is my blog! Here, I’ll share stories, news, and fun toys. It’s a great place to stay up to date on what’s happening around Camp Sissyboi.
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